Date: 2013-03-29 08:56 pm (UTC)
beheld_beauty: (m ~ énervé)
Oh mon coeur. I love you and I will find you.

And then she stops writing and all she does is try to heal the burns, smooth the cracks.

She will find him and she will find who has him and they will not greet another day with their magic intact. Perhaps not even their life.

He's been gone for days, but he was walking and she is flying, but he was going nowhere in particular and she does not know where to go - she could channel through him at this distance, but she doesn't know if he's in a state to welcome her while he rejects the other, and she cannot bear to damage him further. She prunes the half-formed spell notion until it's something she can do herself.

She calls down starlight, for it's dark now, and she channels it through her own rosevines, and she knows which direction to go - though nothing else, given how much she had to simplify the spell - and she corrects her course and she flies.
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